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Pinnstolar Quotes By Soledad O'Brien

At Harvard I was taking an African-American studies class, and we were reading about the tragic mulatto. Invariably, the tragic mulatto can't fit in either world and flings herself off a bridge. So I'm reading, and I'm like, 'Oh, my God, I think I'm in literature,' but my life was never like that. — Soledad O'Brien

Pinnstolar Quotes By Amber Heard

I went to a Catholic school but did not really fit in. — Amber Heard

Pinnstolar Quotes By Sarah Stillman

There is space for a different kind of investigative reporting that's about immersion and obsessive attention to detail and deep listening. — Sarah Stillman

Pinnstolar Quotes By Mary E. Pearson

I limped forward, sidestepping Rafe's efforts to stop me. I kept a safe distance but looked sternly at Griz. "Put your hands behind your back. Now."
He eyed me uncertainly, but then slowly did as I instructed. "Good," I said. "Now, after they tie you up, you must give me your word you won't try to escape, and if Kaden should try, you must promise that you'll strike him down."
"How would I do that with my hands tied?" he asked.
"I don't care how you do it. Fall on him. That should stop him. Do I have your word?"
He nodded. — Mary E. Pearson

Pinnstolar Quotes By Dave Eggers

I went to Saudi Arabia in 2010, and spent most of my time in Jeddah and the King Abdullah Economic City. — Dave Eggers

Pinnstolar Quotes By Tom Paulin

I do think culture is an argument, and that was part of the way I was brought up. People at a social occasion in Ireland will start shouting and arguing. When the Yeats family lived in Bedford Park, they had to go round to the neighbours to say, 'You might think we are fighting, but this is the way we talk to each other.' — Tom Paulin

Pinnstolar Quotes By Peter S. Beagle

The unicorn was weary of human beings. Watching her companions as they slept, seeing the shadows of their dreams scurry over their faces, she would feel herself bending under the heaviness of knowing their names. Then she would run until morning to ease the ache: swifter than rain, swift as loss, racing to catch up with the time when she had known nothing at all but the sweetness of being herself. — Peter S. Beagle